Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

Harry does not know how to use a sword

Harry POV

The basilisk was moving toward me; I could hear its heavy body slithering heavily across the dusty floor. Eyes still tightly shut, I began to run blindly sideways, (not the best idea) my hands outstretched, feeling his way - Voldemort was laughing.

I tripped. I fell hard onto the stone and tasted blood, the serpent was barely feet from me, I could hear it coming.

There was a loud, explosive spitting sound right above me, and then something heavy hit me so hard that I was smashed into the wall. Waiting for fangs to sink through my body I heard more mad hissing, something thrashing wildly off the pillars.

I couldn't help it – I opened my eyes wide enough to squint at what was going on.

The enormous serpent, bright, poisonous green, thick as an oak trunk, had raised itself high in the air and its great blunt head was weaving drunkenly between the pillars. As I trembled, ready to close my eyes if it turned, I looked around to see what had smashed into my head. I saw a gold sword by my side, the word 'Gryffindor' carved in the blade. I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me, as I picked up the sword and charged at the basalisk.

The basalisk I learnt was blind and was hunting me by smell and sound, which wasn't any better, but I suppose it gave me a slight advantage.

I was on my feet, ready. The basilisk's head was falling, its body coiling around, hitting pillars as it twisted to face me. I could see the vast, bloody eye sockets, see the mouth stretching wide, wide enough to swallow me whole, lined with fangs long as my sword, thin, glittering, venomous--

I ran as fast I could into the tunnels at the end of the hall, they were big enough for the king of Serpents to fit through.

It lunged blindly – I dodged and it hit the Chamber wall. It lunged again, and its forked tongue, lashed my side, making it burn. I raised the sword in both my hands--

The basilisk lunged again, and this time its aim was true – I threw his whole weight behind the sword and drove it to the hilt into the roof of the serpent's mouth--

But as warm blood drenched my right arm, I felt a searing pain just above my elbow. One long, poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into my arm and it splintered as the basilisk keeled over sideways and fell, twitching, to the floor.

I got up shakily from my position in the dark tunnels, making my way back to the light of the chamber, just in time to see Nico slash his black sword finishing off the last of the monsters. He was like a monster himself, a beast attacking with no mercy, the skeleton army lay in a pile of bones, scattered across the chamber floor, and as Nico finished, I expected him to fall to the ground with exhaustion, as I felt like doing, but instead he stood up and faced Voldemort.

"any more creatures you want me to send to Tartarus." He growled. I remembered him saying that he had gone through it. He had literally gone through hell. His robes were torn revealing a large cut stretching across his torso, he had blood and a golden dust of some sort mixed up in his hair, he had a cut underneath his eye, blood dripping from it. For a minute I had forgotten about the searing pain that had taken over my arm.

I slid down the wall and gripped the fang that was spreading poison through my body and wrenched it out of my arm. But I knew it was too late. White-hot pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound. Even as I dropped the fang and watched my own blood soaking his robes, my vision went foggy. The Chamber was dissolving in a whirl of dull colour. Riddle smiled to himself, and he strode over to me, "I'm going to enjoy watching you die Potter. Slowly, no rush. The process is nearly complete, and soon dear Ginny will be dead."

Nico's eyes wandered to my arm, and he didn't look mildly disgusted, or surprised at the hideous wound. He strolled over as riddle turned his back on me and pulled out a flask. He told me to drink from it, and at that moment I realised that even if I was suspicious, I was going to die. I took it from him and took a small sip. He took the bottle from me and poured a bit over the wound. Immediately it began to heal, and I could feel the poison seep out of me.

Nico narrowed his eyes at the basalisk fang that lay on the floor behind me, then snapped his fingers together.

"horcruxes." He said, as though he had figured out a clue for a treasure hunt. Riddle whirled around staring at Nico.

"what did you say?" he asked venomously. Instead of replying Nico dodged the memory and grabbed the diary of the floor. riddle advanced towards him, moving slower than he would before, as he was still forming. Nico waited till he was a few steps away from him before tossing the book to me. "stab it!" he shouted, as riddle changed direction coming for me, "stab it with the fang." I decided I would ask questions later. I seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to me and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.

There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over my hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then--

He had gone. my wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip, drip of ink still oozing from the diary, and the heavy breaths from me and Nico, who stood beside Ginny. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through the diary.

Shaking all over, I pulled himself up. my head was spinning as though I'd just travelled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, I gathered together my wand, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth.